Where are you Flowers Anon?

The Flowers
It’s been an exhausting day.

We’re at the edge of the cliff, sun setting and waters below calming down our already stifled nerves. From behind I see her just enjoying the sunset. This is the second time today I’ve actually truly seen her, the second time in my life too. From behind the sun is delicately highlighting her edges making parts of her almost transparent.

“You’re beautiful.” I let slip out. She turns around smiling and takes a second to analyze what I’d just said. Her eyes widened a bit and she turns around blushing. I didn’t think I’d said that out loud when I did so I find myself blushing too when I realize it. Out of habit I try kicking the ground to work out these but being that we’re on a grassy cliff with no patches of dirt it’s not as cathartic to get the soles of my shoes a little green.

“So, um.” After a few minutes silence on my part I decide to try and move forward. “You were great today.” I heard a short moment laughter to herself. Feeling secure I walk over and sit next to her. I’ve never been nervous around her before so this is all a new experience for me, despite the years of knowing her as a friend. I keep trying to distract myself form my previous thoughts but it doesn’t work, every time I think back to a moment of closeness we had with each other I see something a little more in her actions.

Back a month’s time we eating a lunch, she had some poffins and when I reached to sample one I’d found she’d already had all but one. Seeing this she set it in her mouth and offered it to me. I laughed thinking nothing of it then let her keep it. Then there’s the fact that she’s never in her pokeball. It used to be that I found any excuse to keep her out of it, and so did she. I’ve finally come to realize I like her presence. Her floral scent and her innocent beauty. I remember her looking attractive to me at first but I pushed it back, I denied it to myself. I pretended as a feeling it wasn’t real. But now today all of that has changed.

Back at the gym in the midst of battle I saw her differently, as potentially something more than a friend. There I was cheering her success at the use of Petal Dance against Flannery’s best. We’ve trained for weeks before to specialize in fighting against fire types being that’s she’s really my only pokemon. Granted this is probably not the best thing in mind for an adventure but we’ve looked out for each other just as well so far.

She was against a Torkoal who choose to rampage around as fast as a tortoise could, engulfed totally in flame and fury. Roserade was quick footed however even by her species standard and so faced nearly no threat in this matter. Striking again and again against him I was caught in the moment and threw a joke to her, “Looking hot out there babe.” I’m not sure why but it completely slipped from my mouth with passing through my brain first. I knew she’d heard it. In the air, whilst in her Petal Dance, view of her was distorted by the heat emanating from Torkoal, but for a single solitary moment I saw her face. Across the field of battle I made eye contact in an instant with lust, and pride that went with it- her smile sincere and directed toward me. It was the unmistakable uncensored look of desire of a woman looking at a man. As soon as the world slowed down for me in that moment it sped up again, she struck a final blow against Torkoal and brought home the badge. Even as Flannery and I walked to each other for the exchange of a badge I was completely in another world. Constantly transfixed on that face, that reality of sexuality being directed towards me from a friend.

“Rose…” she snaps me out of my daze and I turn to her. She’s smiling, shifting between looking at me and then the sunset. She’s almost as nervous as I am.

I stand up and look to her. “Come on. You gotta be a little happier than! You were amazing! You remember how you handled that Slugma? And the Ponyta?” I try acting out the skills and moves of her in battle much to Roserade’s amusement, starting from the beginning of the match. “And then your finale with Torkoal.” When I get to this point in the story she looks down. We both know happened back there.

My heart is pounding in my chest. The world seems to fade away as all of my focus turns to her and what I do next. “When I saw you up there. Dancing.” I drop to one knee before her. She has her arms around her legs, staring at the ground in front of her feet with what in any other instance would be called a stupid, shy grin on her face. On her is the tiniest blush perceptible. “Roserade. You were the most beautiful thing in the world.”

The smile leaves her face and she turns to me. Now it’s me who’s avoiding eye contact. “I fear that to me at this moment you still are.” I take a deep breath and I steady myself. I don’t noticed her standing up to address me as I continue. “I don’t want to hurt you or destroy what we have together but I feel that if I keep hiding what I’ve felt about you that- that I’m just lying to you. I don’t expect anything but I just…I thought that if something should…I don’t know…” I fall back on my behind and try to think for a moment of what to say next. Everything I had laid out in my mind has completely vanished by now. All plans and projected feelings and any semblance of preparation on my part was now completely out the window. I turn to her to gage where I should head with this next when I find her face inches from mine. Save for her incredibly red face I can’t read much of anything on her. But it doesn’t take a genius to know what she wants.

We both hesitate in the next moment, following each other over the course of a few pained seconds. When our lips make contact, it’s nothing. A quick, clumsy peck. But the feeling of relief and joy in that one little moment is immediately repeated again and again. The duration between our kisses becoming shorter and shorter until we just hold each other in embrace and have our faces together. With my arm over her shoulder and our foreheads at contact she opens her mouth slightly and pulls at my lower lip with it. I take the queue and open my own mouth to hers, the barest tip of her tongue sticking out into my mouth. In our tasting of each other I notice that she seems oddly…refreshing. She’s a kind of palate cleanser with the tiniest taste of grass in her, more like the smell of a fresh cut lawn when it hits you.

We kiss deeply like this until we pick up a rhythm with each other and get our best out of the experience. For what was probably thirty minutes we like this, exploring each other physically. Neither of us had the courage or willpower to go below the belt so we content ourselves with looking over and feeling our chests and kissing on and off again. When I leaned to smell the great petals composed on her head I noticed the stars around us. “Oh. Well. Ahem.” I break off the embrace with her and stand up. “I guess we should be going. We should set up shelter.” She nods in agreement and let her arms fall to her side as she rises as well. The both of us distract ourselves with rubbing the back of our head and looking off into the distance. I turn from her to walk forward when an idea struck me. “Oh- and one more thing.” I turn around to learn and give her one final kiss before saying, “Would you care to join me?” I hold out my hand to her and she takes it. She smiles as hard as I’ve ever seen her but this time, it’s a little bit deeper.

Clearings are hard to come by when you’re searching by the light of the moon but I’ve managed to find a mostly empty spot where a tree some years ago. It wasn’t exactly cold enough to justify the use of a fire but I light one by force of habit and for lighting to set up the tent. It’s not the best tent in the world, barely a step above a sheet supported by sticks in a triangle shape than one of the more expensive enclosed environments I’d hoped for when I first bought it but with the little cash we had going for us after the fire gym battle I figured I’d invest in a better one later. At the moment, it would have to do.

Roserade sat on the fallen tree and watched me work. In the excitement of earlier I’d almost forgotten my traveling bag back at the cliff so I made sure to keep it close to me this time, setting it right near the entrance of the tent. Unzipping it I pull a sleeping bag from the pack and pause. A thought crosses my head. I only remove one sleeping bag from the tent and leave the other. After setting it up in the tent I pull some ready made food a side pouch. Some boring nutrient bars. I hadn’t the time to shop for more proper food today.
I walk over to Roserade, toss her a nutrient bar and sit next to her. “We need to some get real food.” I say while sitting down. “Like seriously.” I tear open the bar packaging with my teeth.

“Rose…rade.” My partner replies. “Yes I, uh, I agree.” She looks at me while chewing with a skeptical look on her face. “Yeahhhh…we gotta teach you to write or something. I mean. I love you.” We share a warm glance with each other. “But honestly I’m finer points of what you’re saying now and then. And Roserade.” I lean closer to her. “I want to know alllll your points.” She laughs at the cheesiness of the line and so do I.

Truth be told we have tried a lot of alternative means of communications with each other. She’s not the best writer in the world but we’re getting closer to teaching her communication by the written hand. I’ve yet to pick up on the finer points of what she says to me but tone and motion of her body does lend to me most of what she means to.
As I’m pondering how we can get our talking on I find myself short on nutrient bar. I throw the wrapper to the- they’re designed to be used as kindling which makes a little bit susceptible to water but they’ve been useful more than once to me. Roserade does the same and we both head over to the tent. “So I figured…since we’re-well…back when you were a little Budew we used to…” I don’t quite to suggest reenacting how we used to sleep together in our more innocent years. Roserade looks at me and to the tent, not exactly understanding the situation. After a second glance over the interior of the tent it looks like the hit her as she covers her face and blushes intensely. “Roserade.~” she says simply before covering her face.
“Oh! Crap. I forgot the pillows.” I rummage around the pack for the cloth pillows filled with inflatables. After a few deep breaths of inflation the pillow is ready and I turn my attention to the tent. Inside the sleeping bag is Roserade, she’s laying sideways- leaning her head on her flower hand with a smile of control over her embarrassed pink face.
“Well. It looks like you’re comfortable.”

She shrugs lightly in her position.

“Mind if I cut in?” I say approaching her, pillow in hand. With a sly smile and an arch in my brow I approach with the pillow before I remember a small mistake. “Oh damn. Wait. Gotta put out the fire. Don’t want Smokey the Ursaring after us.” I drop the pillow and run over to put out the fire. Having a lack of water and soil to kick on the fire I tear up some grass and simply chuck dirt into it until it’s out. Feeling my dirty hands I rub them off on my pants to remove the dirt.
“Didn’t exactly think this through.” I say standing by the tent entrance. Out of habit I start to unbuckle and remove my pants and freeze the moment I start. My brazen courage from before isn’t as enduring as I’d predicted it to be. Even in the darkness I can feel her watching me. Not knowing what to do next I hold my pants and myself unmoving, thinking it over in my head.
“Umm. Are you okay with this?”

She’s disturbingly silent for the next few moments before going, “…rose…” in a tone of voice I recognize as a confirmation to go forward with this. Even with her acceptance it doesn’t do any good towards steadying my heart. “Okay.” Taking a deep breath I slide my pants the rest of the way down and leave them where they fall. I slide myself into the sleeping bag taking care to avoid skin contact with her for reasons I don’t quite understand.
I adjust the pillow and lay awkwardly behind her. We’re both in absolute silence for a few minutes. I decide to reach tentatively to stroke her back and calm her. Even with just a few fingers I can feel the tension and stress wound up in either of us but slowly, surely it starts to wear away. Getting more and more comfortable we scoot nearer and nearer until I decide to put my arms around her, careful to avoid her contact with my lower extremities. When I pull her back to my chest I feel a long sigh of joy from her body. I take this queue to tighten my hold around her and breath in her scent. We both closer our eyes to focus on each other. I start running my legs against hers and I feel the last shreds of unease leave both of us. She begins rubbing her flowers against the top of my face and the bottom of waist.

Having successfully generated the erection she desired she puts both her bouquet hands behind her know, one to my neck and the other to my side. I reward her success by pushing myself against her behind firmly and moving my hands to wrap around her waist. Only the natural cover of her leaf-bottom and my own undergarments separate us now, but it doesn’t stop us experiencing the fun of it. Roserade turns her head slightly to meet her mouth to my own and I kiss her.

In the distance a pokemon call rings out, closer to us than we’d hope for. Our eyes open to scan the dark skies but we see nothing. The mood is not necessarily ruined, but it does bring our attention to the fact that our tent isn’t the slightest bit sealed nor sealable. We may be in a sleeping bag together but we’re still visibly exposed to the world and not necessarily exhibitionists. I close my legs around hers and settle down somewhat. I hear a slight “Hmph.” from her in protest but she’s getting the same thoughts as I am. She settles for turning around to face me and nuzzling her head into my chest after a quick goodnight mouth session. I feel her frustration in her roughness when she kisses me and I vow to make it up to her. I think about what that would entail and the seriousness of a first time with her would be. It would have to be special. The is the last thing on my mind before I drift off to sleep with her in my arms.